"Greasers, ma'am, is funny animals. I could tell you lots of funny things about 'em, if I had time. This particular coyote is nervy an' graspin'. I reckon he was a heap disappointed when he found we got out alive, an' I reckon he 's in these hills waitin' for us to go to Logan for supplies. When we do he 'll round up th' cows an' run 'em off. Savvy? I means, understand?" he hurriedly explained.
"But why don't you hunt him now?"
Jimmy shook his head hopelessly. "You just don't understand Greasers, ma'am," he asserted, and looked around. "Does she?" he demanded.
There was a chorus of negatives, and he continued. "You see, he's plannin' to steal our cows."
"That's what he 's doin'," cheerfully assented Bill.
"I believe you said that before," smiled Mollie.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Bill. "He shore did!"
"Yes, I did!" snapped Jimmy, glaring at him.
"Then, for goodness' sake, are you going away and let him do it?" demanded Mollie.
Jimmy grinned easily, and drawled effectively. "We 're aimin' to stop him, ma'am. You see," he half whispered, whereat Bill leaned forward eagerly to learn the facts. "He won't show hisself an' we can't track him in th' hills without gettin' picked off at long range. It would be us that 'd have to do th' movin', an' that ain't healthy in rough country. So we starts to Logan, but circles back an' gets him when he 's plumb wrapped up in them cows he 's honin' for."